C47 It was not wu lina's enemy who was committing murder

His head felt dizzy and uncomfortable.

Stomach, wave upon wave of nausea.

His body was as light as a feather, and he could not feel any sense of weight.

Xiang Tingxue wanted to sleep, but she couldn't sleep at all.

Sleeping and waking up, disturbing the illusion!

Voices continuously rang out beside his ears. It was a jumble, a flurry of footsteps